Mal - Chapter 2 V2.0

The Skoran was getting impatient. Nervously, he checked his weapons load out one more time to ensure their functionality. Scanning the bar scene, he checked for threats again. The only other dangerous entity he found was another Skoran, identification E622. It was staying comfortably distant from him, and he was doing the same. He didn’t have any need to risk getting in range of it’s ionator, and it seemed content to stay at a distance where it could avoid his plas cannon. It was the same as the last seventy three times he had checked. He took a sip of his feed tube as he purchased another drink with his credits. The other alien entities were of no concern. They either had no weapons to speak of, or had them powered down. Aliens were fools.

The universe was a dangerous place, and everything had a level of risk. The Skoran prided himself on reducing that risk. Mostly with weapons, and a ridiculously over sized exo-suit. Most suits were one and a half to two meters tall and barely wide enough to fit the scrawny Skoran inside. His was an easy three meters tall and a comfortable meter across in the middle. It was built like a giant round two legged tank, with layer after layer of modifications. He had restructured the inside of his suit to be more like a vehicle. When he wasn’t engaged with the suit, he had a minor AI to manage security, and could have limited mobility within the suit itself.

A silent alarm went off in his suit, notifying him that the agreed upon time had passed. That was three nights in a row that his contact had failed to meet him. They had decided on this station originally because the local council refused to allow SAI to observe. It made this little place ideal for less than legal transactions. Unfortunately, it would seem that the lack of observation made this station a little more dangerous than it needed to be. The Skoran shuffled nervously, and scanned the bar again, looking for threats. Again, only the other Skoran appeared. Deciding that his contact wasn’t coming for the night, the Skoran needed new plans.

Curious, the Skoran contacted E622’s distribution node. E622 was a female, here for tourism. Most of the profile was boring. E622 was young, very young, with only 32 kills. This was probably her first expedition out of Skoran space. The Skoran hissed inside of his armor. She barely deserved her suit, probably having killed only her clutch mates.

That would explain why he only registered an ionator on her. It was often the first choice a hatchling would make for weaponry since it didn’t require much in the way of aiming. She likely also had a first generation scanner. Still, he didn’t have to hold that against her. She had decided to come to the Deep Dark on her first excursion, that at least implied bravery—or stupidity. He hissed again, quieter this time as he thought. Stupid might work well for him tonight.

The Skoran scanned her one more time, and then transmitted a message to her node. “E622, I am K12231. I shall vend Trax if you wish to acquire some. I will disable my plas cannon if you agree to disable your Ionator. I have two launchers I will keep in reserve. They will keep us safe while we discuss negotiations, but are inaccurate in close proximity. You will be safe from my weaponry within close combat range. Do you agree?”

He knew that he was taking a significant risk, but K12231 had been in this system for turns now, and needed something to distract him from his recent disappointment. Hopefully she would have information from home. Any reasonably experienced Skoran would outright deny his request, his bulbous suite screamed “illegal”, but if he was right and she was just a hatchling then she might not know any better yet.

He received a message, and the distant E622 turned to scan him. “K12231, I am E622. I would like to purchase Trax. I do not wish to disable my ionator, but I do wish for you to disable your plas cannon. I can agree to close combat range for negotiations.”

So she was stupid then. K12231 scanned the entire bar, one more time to be sure. He purchased another drink and loaded it into his suit’s feeding tube. Nobody was watching with any advanced sensors—the only significant threat in the room was her, and of course, him. He checked his hidden M-knife for functionality. If things went well, he wouldn’t need the knife. But if that failed, the knife would make a good backup plan. K12231 always had a backup plan.

“E622, I am K12231. I can not accept the risk of your charged ionator. If you leave it enabled, but reduce the power unit to a single shot, I will do the same with my plas cannon. Additionally, I will advise you that discharging your ionator in this location will likely kill many non Skoran Network citizens. That will result in the local Peacekeepers dismantling your suit down to just its life support systems. I have observed this many times before.”

K12231 gave her some time to think it over as he sipped from his feeding tube. A smart Skoran would walk away from his offer. The risks were much too high for the reward. A hatchling might proceed merely out of curiosity or aggression. A young hatchling would be excited to try some Trax for the first time.

“K12231, I am E622. I will agree to the original terms of my disabled ionator and your disabled plas cannon. Please provide long range protection while I approach.”

And an especially stupid hatchling would respond with something like that. Bemused, K12231 scanned for dangers again, this time with his launchers on the ready and his plas cannon powering down. “E622, this is K12231. I agree. Proceed.” He could see the energy levels from her suit dropping on his readout.

As E622 approached, he got a good look at her suit. It was a bright blue, with streaks of green running the length. He grunted at the pleasing color choice. Past that, it was not impressive. There were no stylized symbols to celebrate her kills on it, no extra external features or sensors, and it was all first generation technology. He hissed in amusement. This little hatchling had wandered far from home, likely having taken a jump straight here from Skoran space as her first expedition.

The Skoran Government provided first Generation suits to the worthy, and then the worthy had to prove themselves again. Often, they had to acquire confirmed and observed kills in appropriate space—either an active war zone or a stylized tournament back on their home world. Sometimes they could take on specific missions, if it was approved. Once the worthy had proven themselves one way or another, they could apply for upgrades. Or, they could do as K12231 did and fund the upgrades on their own, another source of proving their worth.

As she crossed into close combat range, they naturally switched over to close range communication protocol.

“E622, as you can tell, my plas cannons are disabled. Please, sit and discuss with me. My launchers are active, but can not track you at this range.” K12231 gestured with his suit’s hand at the seat next to him.

“K12231, My ionator is disabled. I will sit with you.” E622 sat down and folder her arms over as she scanned him again, “Your suit is very strange. You almost do not look Skoran.”

K12231 grunted at her appraisal, “E622, Skoran are diverse and many. Our suits reflect our desires and our wills. My suit’s technology will not be found in a government catalog.” This was a stupid hatchling if she made such an observation and did not use that information to survive.

His suit was large, much larger than the usual sleek exo-suit, normally built for speed and efficiency. Instead of the usual bright colors and designs, it was a mosaic dark gray. He found that blended into the city better, allowing him to skulk in safety. Additionally, he had the latest generation of technology, along with several illegal modifications. And one or four especially illegal modules, the kind that would get him executed back in Skoran space if the government ever found out he possessed even one of them.

K12231 continued, “I must ask, why did you come to LifeStart? It is a strange expedition location. Especially for a first expedition.”

“K12231, Have you not heard? It is said that here, in the AI’s Deep Dark project, there are secrets to be had. Our people are very interested in the secrets the AI holds, and I have been personally authorized this system as my first expedition.” The Skoran rested her suit’s arms on the table.

He didn’t like that. It meant the government might be catching on to their little plan. He’d have to leave the station, maybe the entire LifeStart system if his contact had been caught. He scanned the bar again, just to be sure it was safe and no one else was monitoring them.

“E622, I have not heard. I have been at LifeStart for several turns now.” This was a truth. Everything she said was news, and news was vital to him right now.

“K12231, Then perhaps you could help with my expedition? I have credits.” The female Skoran sounded hopeful.

He grunted inside his suit. He was much better equipped than her. There was no way she had enough credits to make him even consider providing assistance. “E622, But if you pay credits for my assistance, then what will you use for the Trax?”

“K12231, I will pay credits for that as well.” She sounded confident.

It was time to burst her bubble. He didn’t need credits right now. “E622, I have not been home in many turns. Credits are not of much use to me.”

“K12231, Then I am not sure what I will pay with.” The blue exo-suit mimed distraught, flipping it’s hands over in a frustrated gesture.

He hissed pleasurably. This conversation was going well, “E622, I desire more information about home. I have not been back in seven turns, and will accept a data dump of your last seven turns.” He was especially interested in what E622 and their government knew about the A.I.’s secrets—perhaps even his.

“K12231, That is longer than I have had a suit to record data, and most of my life.” She was silent for a second as she thought, “It would require a neural upload. I do not desire to perform a neural upload for you.”

K12231 hid his hissing excitement. Even if he didn’t get the data he really wanted, he would relish a copy of her memories. It would be an incredible source of stimulation for him to review. “E622, I value information more than any amount of credits. If you perform a neural upload of your life so far, I shall provide personal assistance to your expedition, along with fifteen doses of Trax. You will find that my suite is much better equipped than yours, and I am a very experienced combatant and operative. It is an excellent deal for you.” He sipped from his nutrient tube and performed another scan.

Eventually she spoke. She seemed unsure. He knew it was a big price for her. He would be able to access every memory she ever had. However, his assistance would guarantee her success, and she hadn’t much else to offer. “K12231, will you access my node and update it with this agreement? If you do, I shall accept, and begin the interface. It will take much time, you must provide over watch for me while I am in standby.”

He hissed in gleeful anticipation. So she wasn’t a complete idiot, even for a hatchling. Logging the transaction on her node would protect her, as it would be uploaded into the Network’s data logs. If anything happened to her during the neural upload, it would be K12231’s fault. Additionally, he would be required to actually provide assistance to her instead of just running off with a copy of her memories.

It was a shame that she had specifically met him. She might have gone far, given the time to grow thicker scales and tougher claws. He scanned for any observers once more, and then activated one of his dangerously illegal modules to access her node, updating it with the agreement. He hissed excitedly, not bothering to hide it anymore.

“E622, I agree.”

“K12231, I agree as well.” she paused a moment, and then spoke as a matter of fact, “I have signed the agreement. Please standby. The neural interface will take some time, and I will be unable to respond for the duration.”

K12231 did not reply, the transaction had been finalized. As soon as her suit powered down into standby mode, he went to work. First, he reactivated the earlier illegal module to revert her node back to how it had appeared before she met him. There would be no record of his involvement, the agreement had never actually been uploaded, instead hosted on a miniaturized simulation of the Node-link that now no longer existed. If he needed to kill her, he would have wanted to claim the kill, but that wasn’t his goal. He really did want her memory dump, and had hundreds of kills already logged. He also wanted to test out a few of the new highly illegal modules that he had installed.

The first, and probably the second most illegal, was the injector he had purchased from the independent AI. He didn’t know what an AI had needed with Skoran credits, but he had paid quite a sum for it. Placing his large dark gray metallic hand over the pretty blue one would look to a local like an abnormal show of Skoran affection. Strange for a Skoran, but perhaps not entirely out of place to the locals in this seedy little bar. He scanned once more, ensuring there were absolutely no observers as he activated his new toy for the first time.

With a click it pierced through the armor on her suit’s hand. He wasn’t sure it had worked, nothing happened for a moment. But slowly, he started to get data. First came little things. Her heart rate, breathing rate, body temperature, and other biometrics he didn’t care about. After another moment or two he began to get a visual feed from her suit, overlaying his screen with hers. After another moment, he had full and complete control of her suit.

He watched in amusement as she continued the neural upload, completely unaware of what had happened. He began to peruse her earliest memories as they were uploaded, waiting for the complete upload to finish.

Like all hatchlings, her first memories were of the spawning pools. Claws and teeth gnashed as she fought her way to the surface, killing and eating her lesser brethren. At first, she didn’t have thoughts, just hunger and a drive to survive. Time passed, she grew larger and faster, until her legs finally developed. During this time, she became aware. She knew she had to eat, and that everything else was out to kill her. She could see the ones outside of the pools and developed an urge to join them. She became a living thing.

K12231 skipped her schooling, he didn’t care what happened then. Instead, he focused on more recent memories.

Standing proud, E622 prepared to accept her suit. She had survived her school, one of only three from her clutch of 104 to leave her pool. She had survived by being vicious and lethal, and so was given a warriors suit--setting her fate for the rest of her life. One of the others received a scientist suite, it had outsmarted the other clutch mates. The last was given the suite of a diplomat. He had organized E622 and the other clutch mate, allowing all three of them to work towards survival together.

She wanted to prove her worth beyond surviving schooling, she wanted to contribute to her race. She would travel to the Deep Dark, the last unexplored territory, and conquer it. She would kill those who stood in her way, slaughtering them and adding them to her kills, and bringing their secrets back to the Skoran. E622 believed that she would conquer all, that nothing could defeat her. She climbed into her suit, prepared to explore and defeat the depths of space.

K12231 chuckled. She was much too confident, and much too naive. She had only survived the birthing pools of Skoran, and thought to take on the galaxy itself. Incredibly amused at her foolish fantasies, he finished downloading her data dump, deciding to peruse the relevant data later.

He could see her biometrics rising. She had wakened up from her transfer and found her suit unresponsive. K12231 activated her suit, and stood up with it, keeping their hands attached by the injector. He walked both suits away from the table and had them stand face to face, her lithe blue suite pressed tightly against his monstrous armored one, belly to belly and hand in hand.

He spoke into her suite directly, not using the standard communication protocols. “E622. As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I have already taken the data download. Thank you. It will be quite beneficial. However,” He hissed in satisfaction, “I have noticed that your suite is about to have an atmosphere leak. This would be an unfortunate fatal accident for you, but luckily I will be able to assist. I did promise to assist you after all.”

He grunted, watching her biometrics rise and fall. He could see her panic rising. The young warrior was afraid of dying, or perhaps she was furious at being tricked. K12231 began to flick his tongue in satisfaction. She had learned of her folly.

“Once the atmosphere leak happens, you will have about fifteen seconds of life. I will position my emergency life support pod at your suit’s jettison point. No action will be required on your part. You will be jettisoned into my life support pod regardless of what you do. I would recommend disconnecting your neural interface beforehand. Otherwise, it will be very painful when it is ripped out.”

K12231 watched in glee as her biometric data began to drop out, item by item as she unplugged the wires. He was very excited to test his new suit’s functionality. The major reason for the size increase in his suit was the addition of three pods to it.

The pods themselves were far from standard. Designed to keep a Skoran alive, they had only a specialized neural interface for controls. The interface should allow K12231 to have unfettered access to any of E622s thoughts, and observe her biometrics as necessary without allowing her access out unless he authorized it. As for the containment function, the pods were made of an inflated organic metal that would re-size as appropriate, deflating down to the minimum necessary dimensions. Once shrunk they would restrain the Skoran inside, covering its skin directly and forcefully inserting the neural interface during the process. With the Skoran properly restrained, the membrane would migrate to just the necessary points for restraint, forcing the Skoran to share the same living space with K12231.

The extra mobility that he had engineered into the suit would allow him to observe and interact with his new companion directly, with his actual senses instead of through a suit. Normally this could only occur on home world, or in specially engineered rooms on space stations. And unlike home world, he would have no risk of her deciding to take a bite or claw out of him. She would be erased from the Skoran nodes forever, and live as his unwilling companion. Eventually, he would re-purpose her neural structure, and use her to augment his automated defenses. She’d be just as invested in the suit’s survival as he was. But that was far, far down the line.

K12231 activated E622’s suit’s emergency decompression sequence, causing it to vent quietly into the bar. None of the locals seemed to pay him any mind as she began to suffocate inside her own suit. He counted the seconds, giving her time to panic further. The more disoriented she was, the faster the pod could get to work. At ten, he activated his pod and her jettison sequence.

The stomach on her suit opened up, propelling her roughly outward as the surface of his distended suit’s stomach turned into a soft membrane to wrap her in, encasing her and enveloping her quickly. With a sucking sound and a brief second, she was inside his suit, wrapped in the organic metal. He scanned once, double checking that nobody had seen his crime, and then closed her suit up. He abandoned control of his suit to the minor AI, so he could observe her capture with his own eyes.

Disengaging, he slid down from the interface to get a clear view. She was struggling, pressing against the membrane and thrashing as it squeezed over her. She moved wildly, and he saw her claws stretch the material taught more than once. Her movements slowed, and then stilled as the material completely immobilized her.

K12231 moved slightly forward and put his clawed hand on her covered stomach, feeling the rise and fall. Good, she was still breathing. The pods would be no use if they killed their target. As the material tightened further around her, he watched, taking in her natural form underneath the tightening prison. She was young, still having a long tail. As Skoran aged, their tail shortened, and his was nonexistent. She really was a hatchling, having just left her clutch. Her overall size was much smaller than K12231, probably half his at most. Her legs were surprisingly long for her age, it was likely that was how she had been so successful in her school.

Suddenly, she began to shake uncontrollably, vibrating in what appeared to be pain. He guessed the neural interface had been applied. He was curious to tap into it, but decided to wait. Slowly, the material began to crawl away from her stomach, collecting on her hands, feet, and face, gumming up her mouth and claws as they were secured to tight cables.

Her skin was a light blue, and surprisingly she had no scales. Excitement coursed through him as his blood began to pump heavily. His scales flexed in arousal. He hadn’t ever touched a female outside of combat, and this one didn’t even have scales to protect her. He hissed and grunted gleefully. As the material exposed more of her, he reached out again, touching her naked stomach flesh and quivering in anticipation. He could feel her reflexively squirming from his touch, but the bonds only allowed her to move so far.

She was smooth and rubbery, but underneath a thin layer of fat was a solid layer of muscle. Her body felt like a warrior’s. Carefully, cautious not to damage his new prize, he dug his hard scaled hands deep into her tender stomach. He shivered as he felt her blood flowing and pumping underneath his hands, her taught muscles pulsing as she thrashed in an attempt to escape. He had to fight the urge to tear her apart. He reminded himself that this one wasn’t for killing.

On home world, a Skoran would fight for the right to mate with a female. Even if he defeated the males, he still had to contend with the female, who would usually only allow one mating, often followed by attempting to dismember the male. It was the most any male could aspire to.

His catch wasn’t entirely ready yet. She wouldn’t be able to spawn for a few turns, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t prepare her. K12231 shivered at the thought. He would prepare her with practice, over and over. He would be the only male she would ever know, and she would know him well. Such excess was so deeply immoral, so very wrong that he would likely be executed by any jealous males that found out. K12231 felt his mating organ ache as he remembered that he had two more pods to use. K12231 hissed in ecstasy.

He would live like no male Skoran ever had before.

But first, he had to get to know his new companion. The pod had finished it’s work, leaving her secured, naked, and unable to speak or move. Her claws were encased in lumps of the metal, and secured to taught cables. She was held spread eagle, dangling next to K12231 in the suit. A tube ran into her mouth, which was otherwise stuffed with the organic metal. Her pretty green eyes watched him fearfully, closely tracking his every move.

“I hope you are comfortable. You will be here a while. You were very foolish, little hatchling.” He took a claw and flicked her forehead, causing a spark of fury in her eyes. “And now you will pay the price for your stupidity. Be glad. I could have ended your life, and any other Skoran would have. You would have been an easy kill.” He grunted dismissively.

The female Skoran’s glared at him, unable to speak. She likely would have fought him to the death if she could. K12231 hissed in pleasure at her green and angry eyes.

“Your old identification, E622, means nothing anymore. You are part of a new spawning pool now.” K12231 took a rough scaled claw and drug it slowly down her smooth unmarred cheek flesh, leaving a light scratch but nothing serious. “Tomorrow I will erase your node, and you will be listed as killed by a suit malfunction. What an ignoble end for a little warrior.” He continued to drag his claw down her neck, and trailed it down the front of her chest, and then her stomach. “But we both know that’s not how your story ends, is it?”

She glared at him, and tears began to leak from her eyes. Disgusted, he hissed at her weakness.

“No. It’s even more ignoble than that, isn’t it? Be glad I’m lying for you, you toothless spawnling.” His clawed hand continued down her pelvis as he began to move his rough, scaled finger between her legs. Her soft and smooth unfinished skin trembled beneath him as she futilely fought to close her legs. Normally, scales would protect her flesh, closing up against unwanted advances. But she had no scales, and by the time she did he would teach her better than to use them.

He knew that someday the gods would punish him for this sin against nature. But the gods could have their day, he would have his first.

“Welcome to your new home, K01.” He thrust his gnarled finger into her mating cavity, causing her to scream pitifully into the tube. Her body had not been prepared, female Skorans could not normally be forced to mate. She was warm inside, and soft. He relished the sensation—oh so wonderfully soft.

K12231 moved closer to her face, and watched her eyes as he continued to perform an act for which the Skoran had no name. The little hatchling blinked, and continued to drip shameful tears, locked in his merciless gaze. He gleefully tapped into her neural interface.

She didn’t understand what was happening to her, she couldn’t. She was terrified. In her few turns, her enemies had all died by her claws or been fought with weapons. This horror she was experiencing was something no one had ever warned her of, and like nothing she could imagine. The scaly finger forced her wider and wider as her protective pre-scale membranes reflexively snapped open. Her body prepared for mating, and her mating cavity responded, attempting to couple with the finger, even as she willed it not to.

It felt wrong, incredibly wrong. The muscles contracted, sealing around the finger and convulsing on it. The finger had no give, and so the squeezes hurt. The scales scraped her insides, causing pain. Her body tried again, not receiving it’s desired sensation. Her cavity reflexively convulsed on the finger tighter while her membrane was locked open, causing her muscles to scream in pain. Crying out, she had an unbearable urge to tear him apart, an unfulfilled desire to rip his neck open and splatter his blood. Instead, she convulsed on his finger again, her mating orifice frantically screaming for its proper mate.

The young hatchling wailed in confusion, its body dancing one side of a half finished waltz it didn’t understand. Something tore open inside of her, causing her to convulse in a horribly unwelcome euphoria and a thick orange fluid began to drip from the exhausted mating orifice as it finally and begrudgingly accepted the finger as its mate.

It stopped convulsing, and let the older, stronger Skoran gently massage the inside of it’s orifice, stretching and playing with it as it pleased. Her urge to murder him magnified a thousand fold and filled her mind. Her body thrashed violently for a moment, straining every muscle to kill him, to tear his flesh and rip open his neck. Inside of her, she could feel her ovipositer burn as it strained to squeeze out an eggsack to be fertilized by the finger, but none came. Slowly, the violent rush faded, and then she hung, defeated and empty. She was denied, every instinct betrayed and futile, her skin and flesh not her own.

Before, she had never noticed her mating orifice, the small tight slit nestled secretly between her legs. Now it ached, and was locked uncomfortably wide as it dripped a strange fluid. It thought it had mated successfully and was soft, quivering ecstatically even as it pained. It had been lied to. The older Skoran continued to stare at her, hissing in glee as it violated her body in unnatural ways.

K12231 decided to play with his toy until it was time to destroy her exo-suit tomorrow. Sleep could wait, he had a lifetime of fantasies to catch up on. He moved closer, preparing his mating organ before taking a shot of Trax. The Trax would keep him going for hours.

His bloated organ spread her orifice wider than the finger, but was softer and more filling. The smooth skin clung to her naked flesh and slid deep and slick in the oozing orange fluid that coated her insides. This flesh was what her mating orifice had begged for, and as it claimed her an aberrant shudder twisted her body in a way that permanently changed her into something wrong.

K01, the newly formed spawn mother, shuddered in sickening ecstasy as the mating organ filled her for the first time, the flesh sliding smoothly into her suddenly hungry cavity.

The assault lasted uncounted hours. In between her paralytic euphoric convulsions and violent rage filled climaxes, K01 alternated between two thoughts. The first incoherent thought was always that she wished her body could produce eggsacks as she struggled painfully and desperately to excrete them into the pool of virile male seed held in her mating organ. A moment after, once her mind was clear, she’d have her only truly coherent thought.

She’d wish that she had died, and then the cycle would start again.

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The two exosuits stood silently in the corner all night, holding hands and belly to belly. The bartender considered asking the two Skoran to leave when it was time to close, but decided that it would be safer to just let them do whatever the hell they were doing. They’d been there several hours already and hadn’t broken anything. No sense disturbing them—Skoran were fucking crazy. You never knew what they would do. Still it was sweet. He didn’t think the vicious things were capable of that kind of affection.


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Written by Tailsopony/Tailsopower. Chapter 2. The theme here is still transformation, but not always in the sense you might imagine. You can find me on FIMFiction as Tailsopony and E621 as tailsopower. I had accounts elsewhere, but I can't get into them anymore. Whoopsies. Feel free to contact me on either site if you want stuff. I'm especially interested in feedback for this story.